Geoffrey Oliver

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“Something’s wrong,” I said. Without replying, Quinn began scanning the area. He unbuttoned his suit coat with his left hand so he could move without hindrance. His fingers curled into fists. Since he was a man with a powerful protective urge, he stepped ahead of me, in front of me. So of course, we were attacked from behind.
Definitely Dead (Sookie Stackhouse, #6)
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